[NSFW] RP | Unexpected Surprises
[With likebraveheart and later also with kissmyhaggis & rockmeall_night]
After a string of lengthy and hectic photoshoots the past couple of days, Braden was tired and in a bit of a cranky mood. He had just gotten back to Iain's place, kicked his shoes off to put his feet up on the coffee table, and almost dozed off when Angus came out of the kitchen putting his coat on and declared that he and Braden were going to water Stu's plants. At first, Braden had thought he had misheard him, and crankily snapped a query back about why he would want to be watering anything of Stuart's. Turned out that Gus was serious, though. He really was going to Stuart's to water the plants. Of course, this led to Braden's immediate protest about not needing two bloody people to water plants but somehow soon found himself in Gus' car driving through the streets of London to go and water Stuart's plant. Since when did Stuart have fucking plants anyway?
Braden's tired mind was a messy array of thoughts. First there was that weird voicemail message from Kenzie which basically just pissed him off and made him feel like even more of a vibrator on legs. If she wanted to get fucked, she could go find some other poor bastard to cater to it. He had been screening her calls, and screening Jules as well. He didn't want to talk to either of them, still feeling bitter and confused about how everything went down. Whenever he tried to think about it sanely, he just got a discontent nauseous feeling deep in his gut that he didn't recognise. But after that, it did just make him want to get it out of his system more and he found himself thinking about the PA at his first London shoot... Lauren. Sophie's sister. Fun was exactly what Braden had needed.
Now they were at Stuart's new home, an expensive Notting Hill mansion that was probably worth more than Braden would ever earn in his whole life. Braden blinked slowly and yawned while Angus unlocked the front door with Stuart's spare key that had been left with Iain. As soon as the door was open, Angus declared, "I'm going to take a dump," and handed his keys over to Braden with a smirk, then disappeared up the hall. Braden just stood there in the foyer, looking blankly at the keys in his palm with a long-suffering sigh. He tossed then roughly onto the coffee table with a frown and stalked into the main area the house, having no bloody clue where the hell he was headed. Give him a one bedroom apartment any day.
After a string of lengthy and hectic photoshoots the past couple of days, Braden was tired and in a bit of a cranky mood. He had just gotten back to Iain's place, kicked his shoes off to put his feet up on the coffee table, and almost dozed off when Angus came out of the kitchen putting his coat on and declared that he and Braden were going to water Stu's plants. At first, Braden had thought he had misheard him, and crankily snapped a query back about why he would want to be watering anything of Stuart's. Turned out that Gus was serious, though. He really was going to Stuart's to water the plants. Of course, this led to Braden's immediate protest about not needing two bloody people to water plants but somehow soon found himself in Gus' car driving through the streets of London to go and water Stuart's plant. Since when did Stuart have fucking plants anyway?
Braden's tired mind was a messy array of thoughts. First there was that weird voicemail message from Kenzie which basically just pissed him off and made him feel like even more of a vibrator on legs. If she wanted to get fucked, she could go find some other poor bastard to cater to it. He had been screening her calls, and screening Jules as well. He didn't want to talk to either of them, still feeling bitter and confused about how everything went down. Whenever he tried to think about it sanely, he just got a discontent nauseous feeling deep in his gut that he didn't recognise. But after that, it did just make him want to get it out of his system more and he found himself thinking about the PA at his first London shoot... Lauren. Sophie's sister. Fun was exactly what Braden had needed.
Now they were at Stuart's new home, an expensive Notting Hill mansion that was probably worth more than Braden would ever earn in his whole life. Braden blinked slowly and yawned while Angus unlocked the front door with Stuart's spare key that had been left with Iain. As soon as the door was open, Angus declared, "I'm going to take a dump," and handed his keys over to Braden with a smirk, then disappeared up the hall. Braden just stood there in the foyer, looking blankly at the keys in his palm with a long-suffering sigh. He tossed then roughly onto the coffee table with a frown and stalked into the main area the house, having no bloody clue where the hell he was headed. Give him a one bedroom apartment any day.